Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.